Cecilyalater

I adore acting. I feel alive on stage and I wanted to show that in this poem. I hope you enjoy it!!

I stand downstage Alone a harsh light is focused on me the tape of my microphone is as itchy as my old wool sweater a gift from my Omi the blue morpho butterflies in my stomach threaten to come alive my mind searches the director mouths the words at me but I know them already I am just waiting for my moment

my mouth opens I come alive and become a character my lines I have spent hours memorizing don’t seem like Lines they are my words my thoughts

The light has now become a comforting warm glow that wraps me in warmth encourages me the tape is no longer a distraction my beautiful blue butterflies are gone They flew into oblivion only to come back for my next Performance

I wait Someone walks on stage I wait she is my cue nothing else a background character

The play flashes by with bright lights costume problems and make-up mishaps but none of this matters for this is my last scene my last chance to make a splash in this dog eat dog acting world

As I say my last words I prepare I fall down for a long time I hit the floor The audience gasps I am holding their attention The curtain is drawn it is over I drag myself off the floor getting ready to face the real world.

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